Timothy A. White

One of my happiest and certainly most vivid memories growing up was planned by my brother Tim. On my 15th birthday, Tim was home from college on spring break. He woke me up that morning at 5:30 and announced that he was taking me to the Chicago Cubs opening day game at Wrigley Field. I was a rabid Cubs fan so this was the BEST surprise - skipping school of course added to the excitement. My memories that day include wearing sleeping bags to stay warm in a frigid ball park, a 10th inning win...

Tim, my little brother, Sunday was the saddest day of my life. As little kids you always wanted to be a part of your older brothers' day. But you were, as all little brothers, just in the way. Then you matured and became the family's Cross Country star. Being the West Suburban Conf.'s first frosh champion was such a delight for me. I was in awe of your academic life. A PHD in the family. Wow, my little brother was becoming a great man and a loyal man. That is what I will always remember about...

Describing Tim as a renaissance man (which of course he was) doesn’t do him justice by just listing a bunch of nouns. You’ve got to get into some specifics that illustrate the incredibly broad range of his interests and accomplishments. Case in point, the last time we were together, Tim’s response to my banal question of “So what are you up to these days?” ranged from a carbon sequestration project that he was working on (I think the largest project of its kind in the world), to Tibetan...